by Cora Reilly
“You are my wife,” I said.
Aria held me gaze and trust shone in her eyes. My fingers closed around her nipples and I tugged lightly the way she liked it. A moan was my reward, but Aria arched at the same time and made her pussy rub against my abs. Too fucking tempting.
“Stop squirming,” I said roughly. I was teetering on the edge, my darkness so damn close under my skin that it wouldn’t take much to unleash it, and that’s not something I’d ever do to Aria. I tugged at her nipple, relishing in Aria’s moans as I teased her breasts without the previous hurry. Soon she was breathless and shifting beneath me. I trailed my hand down her ribs and waist, worshipping her with my fingertips before my lips did the same. I bit the soft skin over her hipbone possessively as I kneaded her thighs.
Aria was starting to relax. I parted her legs, laying her open for me. She was glistening, and I pressed a soft kiss against her folds. She let out a small sigh, quivering. I lightly bit her inner thigh. Aria arched up, gasping, and I wedged my palms under her firm ass. Keeping my eyes on her face, I lifted her pussy to my mouth and planted another kiss to the soft flesh.
Aria whimpered, and I repeated the motion. Her eyes opened and they were filled with need. She enjoyed having her pussy kissed like this. My eyes locked on hers. I parted her a bit more and kissed her tight opening, my lips brushing her soft inner folds. Aria’s lips parted in a soft moan. Her heady scent reached my nose and I spread her open with my thumbs, revealing her juices. I lapped them up, and she trembled with need and rewarded me with another wave of her sweetness. I loved her taste, and I fucking loved that she responded so eagerly. She grew wetter and wetter as I sucked at her lips lightly. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she moaned and whimpered, as she squeezed her eyes shut and jerked her pussy against me. I circled her opening lightly and her walls clenched. My cock jerked against the mattress, but I needed to be patient, and so I trailed my tongue up, never to her clit.
“Luca, please,” she begged, lifting her hips, and fuck, I almost lost it.
“You want this?” I brushed her clit and she moaned.
“Yes.”
“Soon,” I growled and eased a finger into her slowly. So damn tight. I ran my tongue around my finger and Aria’s entrance, then trailed it up to her nub. Aria moaned as I closed my lips gently around her clit and began to suck.
“Tell me when you come,” I murmured before I continued my suckling. My finger slid easier in and out of Aria’s channel as she grew wetter.
“I’m com—”
I quickly retracted my finger and pushed two fingers in. Fuck, she was tight. Her face flashed with pain and pleasure as her walls clenched around my fingers. I kissed her thigh then groaned from the grip of her walls on my fingers. “You’re so fucking tight, Aria. Your muscles are squeezing the life out of my fingers.”
Fuck, this shouldn’t have excited me as much as it did.
Aria peered down at me, face flushed. I slowly pulled my fingers out a bit but she tensed even more and winced. I slid back in and established a slow, gentle rhythm of my fingers fucking her.
“Relax,” I said, but she didn’t. “I need to widen you, principessa.”
If she was already this tense with only two fingers, getting my cock inside her would be a fucking disaster. I circled her clit with my tongue lightly until she let out a soft sigh, her walls easing their grip around my fingers as she grew even more aroused.
When she relaxed, I pulled my fingers out and moved up, hovering over her. I gently pushed her legs farther apart and lined my cock up with her entrance. My cock looked fucking huge against her pink pussy, and it gave me a thrill, knowing how tightly she’d grip me. She tensed when my tip brushed her opening. I lowered myself and left gentle kisses on her face, hoping it would take some of her fear. “Aria,” I rasped. She raised her gaze to mine, blue eyes swirling with anxiety. She wrapped her arms around me, shaking fingers touching my back. She gave me a tense smile. Fuck. I wanted to protect and care for this woman.
I increased the pressure on Aria’s entrance, trying to get past her clenched walls, but she was tense. I could have broken through her tension with more force, but that was the last thing I wanted to do. “Relax,” I said, cupping her cheek and kissing her lips. “I’m not even in yet.”
I ran my fingertips down her side before I gripped her thigh and parted her further for me, hoping it would allow me to enter her more easily. Shifting my hips and gritting my teeth, I slid into her about an inch. She dug her nails into my skin, her face flashing with pain, her body tensing even further in expectation of more pain. The grip of her walls brought a blinding wave of pleasure. Only the look at her pain-stricken face allowed me to stay in control and not seek more of the pleasure her tightness could offer me. Aria whimpered, a sound that sliced cleanly through me. I’d heard cries of agony that had bothered me not a fucking bit, but this…
I stopped and started stroking Aria’s breasts, hoping it would allow her body to adapt to the penetration.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered into her ear, not even sure where those words came from. I’d never sweet-talked a woman. If anything, I told them how I wanted to fuck them. “So perfect, principessa.”
My words finally made Aria relax and her eyes shone with gratefulness. She shouldn’t have felt that way about me, not when it was me who hurt her, who pushed her past her boundaries because I didn’t want to wait any longer to lay claim on her. I knew all that and still I didn’t stop, couldn’t fucking stop. The need to finally have this woman was too strong, and I was a bastard.
I eased my cock deeper into her and she tensed again. Kissing her, I rasped, “Almost there.” It was a fucking lie. I wasn’t even halfway in. I moved a hand between us and rubbed her clit, hoping to get her to relax with pleasure.
Aria released a small huff, her lips parting, and hesitant flickers of pleasure showed on her face. Soon Aria softened around me and let out hesitant moans.
I didn’t warn her before I thrust the rest of the way into her, breaking through her body’s resistance with more force than I’d planned. Aria arched under me, gasping, her eyes closing under the force of the pain. I stilled, overwhelmed by the sensations of her tightness and the look of pain on her face. She pressed up to me, her breathing harsh against my throat, her body trembling.
I slid out slowly, but she choked, “Please don’t move.”
I froze at the begging note in my wife’s voice. I pushed up and nudged her face up. It took a moment before she met my gaze. Her eyes were teary and filled with acute embarrassment. She swallowed hard.
“Does it hurt that much?”
“No, not that much.” She winced, tensing even further around my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. “It’s okay, Luca. Just move. I won’t be mad at you. You don’t have to hold back for me. Just get it over with.”
I stared at my wife, realizing how strongly I hated the idea of hurting her. “Do you think I want to use you like that? I can see how fucking painful this is. I’ve done many horrible things in my life, but I won’t add this to my list.”
“Why? You hurt people all the time. You don’t have to pretend to care for my feelings only because we’re married.”
How could she think I didn’t care about her? I’d never treated anyone like I treated her, never felt this strong protectiveness toward another person. “What makes you think I have to pretend?”
Aria’s expression flickered with hope as her eyes searched mine, and the look in them tightened my chest. Fuck, she shouldn’t be looking at me like that.
“Tell me what to do.”
Her fingers stroked my shoulder blade gently. “Can you hold me close for a while? But don’t move.” Again the acute embarrassment mingled with a hint of begging as if she still wasn’t sure I would ignore her request. I wasn’t going to be that kind of monster with her, not today, not ever.
“I won’t.” I kissed her lips then lowered myself completely. The movement caused her
walls to cling tightly to my cock and, for a second, I was sure I’d go insane from the force of the sensations. Instead I focused on Aria and carefully wrapped her in my arms, holding her tightly. I kissed her again, slowly, gently, so unlike any kiss I’d ever had before. Aria’s closeness, the feel of her body softening under my gentleness, the tender trust in her expression…it filled my chest with a strange sense of peace and warmth. I trailed my palm down her side and hip then back up. Shifting, I brought my hand between us to tease her breasts, hoping it would relax her. She was beautifully responsive as usual, and I felt her body’s gradual softening, growing used to the intrusion. Despite my need to move, to feel Aria’s walls sliding around me, I stayed still. Aria arched when I flicked her nipple and she pulled away from my lips. Her breathing was ragged and her lips were swollen from our kiss. She was so fucking sexy.
Aria smiled softly. “Can you still…?”
I almost laughed but stifled the reaction. Instead, I carefully moved my hips, allowing Aria to feel my boner shift inside of her. Surprise crossed her face.
“I told you I’m not a good man. Even though I know you’re hurting, I still have a boner because I’m inside you,” I told her because it was the truth. If I were a good man, I wouldn’t have pushed her, would have given her all the time she needed, but I was a goddamn bastard, even when I tried not to be one with her.
Aria stroked my back. “Because you want me,” she whispered. There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. How could she have any doubt about it?
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” Again the truth. A truth that I shouldn’t have voiced aloud because it gave Aria power, because it showed her how much I burnt up for her closeness, and not just the sex. Fuck, not just the sex.
“Can we go slow?” Aria asked, a small, apologetic smile tugging at her lips. As if she had reason to apologize for that.
“Of course, principessa,” I said firmly. I regarded her expression closely as I began to move, making sure to keep my motion as controlled and gentle as possible. My muscles quivered from the effort it took. It was something alien to me, something I’d never done before.
Aria released a small breath, her brows drawing together. Discomfort, but not as bad as before.
I never took my eyes off her as I slid in and out slowly. My pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, causing my leg muscles to quiver. My body screamed at me to go faster, but I shoved down my own need. Another first. Aria wasn’t the only one who shared her firsts with me. Only mine were a bit different. I repositioned my knees and shifted the angle. She jerked with a gasp.
I fell out of rhythm. “Did that hurt?”
Aria gave a small shake of her head. “No, it felt good.”
Finally. I angled my thrust the same way, then kissed Aria’s parted lips, tasting her, needing her even closer when we were already closer than I’d ever been with someone before. The pulsating need in my balls, in my entire body, turned into a low burn of desire. Aria shifted slightly under me and I could feel her body becoming a bit tenser, and definitely not because she was going to come. “Are you okay?” I asked.
Embarrassment crossed her flushed face. “How long until you…?”
“Not long, if I go a bit faster.”
I wasn’t sure if Aria’s body would be able to handle it. Not that I would slam into her like a fucking animal, but this level of gentle sex wasn’t going to make me come. Aria nodded, giving me the permission I needed.
I pushed up onto my elbows and sped up, hitting deeper and harder. My balls soon began to clench, the familiar pulse of desire returning. Aria clung to me, her body coiling even tighter, squeezing my cock. Fuck, this felt like paradise. “Aria?” I ground out when she flinched after another thrust.
“Keep going. Please. I want you to come.”
A goddamn bastard, that’s what I was, but I was beyond stopping now. My balls tightened, waves of pleasure radiating out from my cock, and I snapped, groaning, my thrusts becoming jerky as I shot my cum into her. My cock twitched and twitched as if I hadn’t had sex in years. A strong wave of possessiveness burnt through me, but beneath it was a warmer emotion that was entirely foreign. I kissed Aria’s throat, feeling her pulse race under my lips. Her warm breath fanned over my skin, ragged like mine. Her palms stroked my back, fingers soft and trembling. My wife. The woman I’d protect at any cost, even if it meant killing my father.
I closed my eyes for a moment, relishing in the feel of her pliable body under mine, in her sweet scent now mingling with mine, and a darker note of sex. Mine. Goddamn mine.
I carefully slid out of her and stretched out on the bed, then tugged her toward me, wrapping my arms around her. I did it without thinking, wanting her close. I knew she would need my closeness now, but when I stroked her flushed face, I realized it wasn’t the only reason why I held her in my arms. She wanted to see the good in me when no one had ever bothered, and I wasn’t entirely sure there was something inside of me worthy of the label ‘good.’
Aria’s eyes widened then darted down. In my after-sex stupor, it took me a second to realize why. My cum. Kissing her temple, I slid out of bed. “I’ll get a washcloth.”
I moved into the bathroom and my eyes landed on my cock. It was covered in blood. Aria had been so damn tight. It had been thrilling and torturous at once. I cleaned myself and soaked a washcloth with warm water before I returned to the bedroom, finding her staring at the bloodstains on the sheets. “There’s much more blood than the fake scene you created during our wedding night,” she whispered.
I sank down beside my wife and gently parted her legs. Her pussy was swollen and smeared with blood. The sight tightened my chest because it was another reminder of how painful it had been for her. Giving pain was something I’d always been good at. I pressed the cloth to her sore flesh, earning a gasp.
I kissed her knee, fucking relieved that this wasn’t our wedding night, that I wouldn’t have to present these sheets. “You were a lot tighter than I thought,” I said quietly. The red in Aria’s cheeks became more pronounced. I threw away the washcloth before I pressed my palm against her lower belly. Her muscles contracted under the touch and I had to resist the urge to slide lower again. Aria wouldn’t be ready for sex in a while. “How bad is it?” I asked.
Aria stretched out on the mattress before me. “Not that bad. How can I complain when you’re covered in scars from knife and bullet wounds?”
I shook my head. That wasn’t the point. She wasn’t meant to ever experience pain. I wouldn’t fucking allow it. “We’re not talking about me. I want to know how you feel, Aria. On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?”
“Now? Five?”
Fuck. Five now? I’d hoped for five during. I laid down beside her and wrapped an arm around her. She regarded me with that hint of shyness and a flicker of relief. Relief because she got her first time over and done with. Not the most ego-boosting thought. “And during?”
Aria looked away, licking her lips. “If ten is for the worst pain I’ve ever felt, then eight.” There was a note to her voice that told me she was still not telling the truth. Damn it.
“The truth.”
“Ten.”
I stroked her belly. Aria’s admittance didn’t sit well with me, even if I reminded myself that she had a different pain level than I did. I never wanted to be the one who caused her that much pain. “Next time will be better.” I hoped it would be. I wasn’t sure how to make this easier for her. She was petite and nervous, and I was an asshole that burned with the need to have her.
Aria gave me an apologetic look. “I don’t think I can again so soon.”
“I didn’t mean now. You’ll be sore for a while.” I still wanted her, maybe more than ever. Claiming her definitely hadn’t sated my desire for her, or the need to have her as close as possible. It was unnerving.
“On a scale of one to ten, how fast and hard did you go? The truth,” Aria asked in a teasing voice.
I considered lyin
g, but for some reason I didn’t want to. I wanted Aria to know the truth about every aspect of me, the bad, the worst. I wasn’t even sure why. I’d never bothered sharing anything with anyone except for Matteo.
“Two,” I said, watching her closely as I did. She tensed, shock flashing across her face. I’d gone as gentle with her as I was capable of. I’d never been this close to someone while sex, never gone as slow, or tried to pay attention to a woman’s facial expressions to make sure she was okay.
“Two?”
“We have time. I’ll go as gentle as you need me to.” Fuck, and it was the honest to God truth. If Aria needed me to, I’d go the vanilla route for months.
Aria smiled in a way that went straight through me. It was a look I wanted to see as often as possible. “I can’t believe Luca—The Vise—Vitiello said ‘gentle.’”
My men wouldn’t believe it if anyone told them I could be gentle. And my father, my fucking father, he’d lose his shit. He’d demand I fucking grow a pair and beat my wife into submission. He’d never understand that it didn’t show strength to abuse someone who couldn’t protect themselves, someone meant to be under your protection. A man should know whom to treat with care and whom to crush. I touched Aria’s cheek and leaned in, murmuring, “It’ll be our secret.” It had to be. Nobody could know. If my father considered Aria a risk to my ruthlessness, he’d kill her immediately. I’d end his miserable life, would show him that the same sadistic streak he had ran deeply in my veins, but it wouldn’t save Aria.
Nothing would ever happen to her. Not as long as I was alive. I’d kill anyone who dared to consider hurting her.
Aria nodded, her expression softening. “Thanks for being gentle. I never thought you would be.”
“Believe me, nobody’s more surprised about this than me,” I said. Gentleness wasn’t in my nature, never had been, and I doubted it would ever be something anyone else but Aria would get to experience.
Aria turned to me and pressed against my side, her head on my shoulder. I tightened my hold on her. She let out a small sigh as if I’d given her a fucking gift for allowing closeness. I lightly stroked the soft skin of her waist, feeling a sense of calm.
